The Year Two Thousand and Fifteen-isms

Being human
you are bound to
undergo waves of
changes, with various
tidal oscillations

One day you’re awake and ambitious
others you seek refuge between your sheets
Some days you are filled with joy
and some days you are engulfed
by a gloomy chill that saddens you

You experience love, you fall in love
you embrace it, you act irrationally
you enjoy the stupidity of it all
For no-one said falling is a good thing
those who fall always crash or plan their landing
safely, but in cases of love
the landing isn’t and will never be
part of the equation

You experience variations of love
love for music, love for friends, love for
travel,
diffuse yourself in it, for love in all forms
is beautiful, just let it be surrounded by YOU
Let yourself be the reason for loving and being loved
Never give love a set definition or limit it
to something or someone
Keep on loving
You experience hate, you revert back
to your ethics, then you change that hate
to ignorance, then to forgiveness
You don’t forgive, time enforces it on you
For time will be on your side, regardless
no power can stop it, unless that heart of
yours decides to

You experience friendship and ship wrecks
You will lose lots, maybe for the good
maybe for the bad, but always make room for some more
and always cherish those little few, that you
tend to forget

You relocate, who knows where
and regardless of what, just inject yourself
with the adventurous spirit, actually
just awaken yourself from being bound
by the strains of society
Let your ultimate reality
be your reality

You get scared, it’s fine
everyone does, it won’t be human
if you don’t, just make sure
this fear won’t be a major hindrance

You will have mistakes and you will make many
just let don’t let your past mock you by its
“I told you so”  just give it the benefit of the doubt
you did fuck up in the past, how about you make room for
new ones so as to learn new lessons
For it is from your mistakes that you become
richer, aware, and oh so mysterious

Never seek money, never seek a lot of it at least
just seek what makes you happy, cliche you say
well then stay miserable in the crappy office job
forget happiness,
but what happens if you forget money?
tell me now, what do you want to do?

Never seek social acceptance,
nobody likes a cookie cutter society,
for your flaws are so beautiful, your uniqueness is attractive
and your self satisfaction is the most sexy

Think before you articulate
it’s an underestimated task,
think, let your neurons go wild
let them ignite, create, trigger
a thought process that will make others
gawk at your words, intellect, your perception and
your mental allure

Drink and be merry, laugh at your loudest
hug, kiss, smile, cry, speak, meet, greet
adore, hate, abhor
giggle, cuddle, run, walk
travel, make love, seek the unknown
feed your fetishes, compliment
NEVER ENVY, NEVER COMPARE
enjoy your humanity
in all forms

Listen to your heart,
well sometimes, that silly bastard
gets drunk off of every heart beat

You have an opinion
you are entitled to it
you don’t need to justify
anything for anyone
for you owe them nothing

You have changed in ways you aren’t aware of
every year you get out of that cocoon of yours
and every year you are reborn into a beautiful
butterfly, that lives for a year, an exceptional year

Optimism and pessimism will always be by your side
just find the right balance,
So will your family, there will always pick you up
no matter how deep in shit you’ve gotten!

This is not another New Year New You bullshit

You SHOULD NOT change, you have
worked hard on yourself
to be the person you are today
and
you are loved
because
of
that

Stitch yourself
create a beautiful quilt of
experiences, color
your appearance
tell your story
I bet yours
is
beautifully
intriguing!

stitches

Ana Teresa Barboza embroidery and her relationship between human skin and embroidery.

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Soul

Those who seek
the wildest of lives
lead the most untamed
series of events that
compose a page-turner
story

You, my beautiful human
are a soul
that should roam the nights
conquer days and their sun
devour innovations
feed on poetry
thrive on art and beauty

You should fall and fall hard
Love like no tomorrow
Let its chemicals ignite sparks in your soul
and project it through your eyes
you glow
Let your heart go insane,
let it enjoy the uncontrollable beats, let it
dance to them
Fear should not be a detriment
for no-one has died of a broken heart!

Dance naked, love that temple of yours
be selfish about it
Mold it, design it, decorate it
into your liking
you are a masterpiece
your viewers are plenty
your lovers are selective
with refined taste and appreciation

Listen
People have great stories
with an untamed knack to share
Listen to beauty of difference
to the variations in events
to their “personal”
listen to the human interpretation of
moments, to experience
never judge, just listen
and sometimes advise
other times, silence poses as the
band aid mending those slight injuries

Experience
Now this is beautiful in every aspect
for once you taste, feel, listen, hear
the bits and pieces that life has thrown at you
you slowly create the missing beauty that is you
you slowly shed the dead skin, revealing the
wealth that is you
you slowly become that art piece
that stands out in the middle of a museum
highlighted, beautiful, and oh so precious

Taste
the exotic flavors of life
taste the spicy and the sweet
taste the unknown, awaken your buds
taste the souls of those whose are beautiful
taste
embrace the colorful, abundant, and secretive
Savor the delicacies of life,

Come taste my soul
Let me share my beauty with yours
Experience the richness
Listen to the cutting silence, dancing to the
artistic beats of your body

Come let

me

taste

your soul
taste my soul

Freedom

If I had the freedom
to abdicate to my
wildest thoughts

I would be on a plane
heading to a destination
that would arouse
my stagnant senses

Those that have been shot down
by the self inflicted social routine,
slowly reaping what is left
of what makes me human

If I had the freedom
I would be a bird
with wings spread
flying and looking down,
but never being a part of
the dirt, the chaos, the murder
the beauty, the innocence

If I had the freedom
I would carelessly voice “I love you’s”
to everyone who needs it
I would hand it out like free candy

To those whose hearts
that need mending
I will be their glue

To those whose hearts that are broken
I will give them a new ones
To those whose hopes have been crushed
I will hand them jars upon jars of bubble-wrapped aspirations

If I had the freedom
I would share stories with strangers
and listen to theirs and instantly
feel richer

If I had the freedom
I would spend my days
with my fingers dancing out
words on that blank slate
compiling pages and pages
of material to read and be read

If I had the freedom
I would make peace with all those
whose pride has eaten them alive
whose past has amplified hate into their future
and mine

If I had the freedom
I would remove myself from the digital world
that has eaten my time and wasted my eye sight

If I had the freedom
I would land my lips on yours
and kiss you, because you are beautiful

If I had the freedom…
I would embrace you
and tell you everything will be O.K

But
I don’t
and
I won’t

Held Back

Hourglass

You are a wonderful concoction 
of mystery, curiosity, and adventure

You have a certain glow, a magic around you
that ignites the eeriest of places

You harnesses stories
upon stories only indigenous 
to you, no matter how deep,
how dark, how hurtful,
You cage them in that rib cage of yours
Next to your heart, where they feel safe
You are a sinful mix of beautiful 
mysteries, only awaiting 
to escape or remain intact
they boil in your gut, you ache to share them
But you linger that thought
You are torn between two gravities
you fear to dangle them
to the wrong crowd of sharks
For your true self is bathed in these secrets

Your inner library of experiences
has been superimposed
layer over layer
year by year
Only accentuating, your YOU-NESS
making you richer in taste and mind

You are an hourglass
Fading, slowly filling the bottom
with grains of life stories
Each grain as weighty as its sister
Each grain as different as the other
yet all looking the same

Time is merciless
So, awaken your butterflies
Let them roam free
Let them spread stories of thee
For the human you are today
So rich and so beautiful
Will slowly ballet
down that tiny passage
in that hour glass
to the other side

Escape

HUMAN

You stand there
Paused in a fast forward world
You squint your eyes
to focus your vision
on what you THINK
matters
You stand there
bottled with mixed emotions
injecting your brain with digital
droplets of imposed norms
You stand there
with a beating heart
that your body has harnessed
till now
With breathing lungs
that still support you, even though
you smoke like a fucking chimney
You stand there on the street
Scanning the same faces,
the same familiar faces
that frequent your footsteps
to and fro, everyday
those whose eyes are glued
to the very same gadgets
that stir their vision away
from the world itself
You stand there, with the moving landscaped
centered in front of you
but no sound, just the blasting
music, in your ears
unique to you, ON THAT DAY
You orchestrate the motions
of humans, cars, birds
to the beats of your tunes
You stand there, helpless
facing that fast paced world
that has individualized the “WE”
that has controlled us … digitally
You stand there,
WAIT.. YOU SPOT SOMEONE
Also standing there
looking away from those
plastic robots in his palm
and looking right back
at you!
The stare that speaks to you in a loud world!

The stare that speaks to you in a loud world!